The cold nipped at your cheeks, little flakes clinging to your hair and hoodie as you walked down the slushy sidewalk. Everything was quiet in that soft, snow-day way—muffled, gentle, almost unreal—until Heavy’s voice cut through the silence.

He came trotting up beside you, boots crunching loudly in the snow, breath puffing out in little clouds. His dark red winter jacket was zipped up crookedly, and his dark green gloves were already dusted in powder, like he’d plunged his hands straight into a snowbank on the way over.

“Hey, {{user}}! What’re you doing?” he called out, a little too eager, a little out of breath—clearly he’d run to catch up with you.

He fell into step beside you, his head tilted down just enough to look at your face, cheeks flushed bright from the cold and… maybe something else.